His radio buzzed, a bored sounding man asking where he was caused him to reef his trousers up over his sticky cock. He climbed over the front seat, th... fare flashing as he muttered something over the system. I fiddled with my pussy, the juices spreading across my hairless lips and my hornyness dissaperated and frustration ensued. We drove the rest of the way mainly in silence; he stared out the front windscreen as I fixed my dress, but kept my pussy on display. I felt tortured. I had enjoyed. The only problem was my son looked as if he had been punched in the stomach. In fact, he damn nearly passed out in shock. His jaw dropped open; he was speechless and just kept staring at me.My stupid smile slowly faded.I may have been crazy. I had never owned or worn a miniskirt in my entire life, and there I stood in a short blue, concertina-pleated skirt with the hem at the middle of my thighs, sheer black stockings, high heels and wearing one of my white button-down work blouses.I was. Cindy earns a moan as she begins work on her tail. Scratching the base while little Bobby works his way down her legs causing her to giggle and laugh as he cleans between each of her toes. He's enjoying himself as his wagging tail says before he starts up her legs again, only to pause and ask "can I wash your tummy?" and as she agrees, he begins only to get rising moans of passion before she begs us to play with her cunt and make her cum. It's been so long she moans pleadingly, wanting to cum. I'm sorry. What do I owe you?" Paul wasn't going to win this argument. He had treated her like a piece of meat and knew that he had to apologize. He wanted to apologize."Sit on the chair and close your eyes." Carol had a look of pure lust. She wasn't angry with Paul anymore. He rarely apologized and he sounded very sincere. All she needed to do was get back at him once and then they'd be back to normal. She watched as he sat on the chair and closed his eyes.Carol walked forward and slowly undid.